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The bishop did not relish the implication in his brother's speech, and resumed with some choler. "I presume that headstrong woman, Peggy Kirkpatrick, who wishes to be thought Jove in petticoats, went about the parish counseling all the young women to follow Lisa Embden's example."
And so, struggling against the Spirit of Evil, which made her dread this place worse than any in the world, she came back; came back half starved, half clothed, and arriving at nightfall, went to Peter Embden's door, and offered to go or to stay, as he should wish. And he, a gentle and forgiving man, bade her, as did our Lord and Saviour, to sin no more, and took her again under his roof.
"Reproof, I say, is painful to me," repeated the bishop blandly, "but I should be a renegade to my duty, if I spared you, my child, in order to spare myself. First, I must complain of the actual encouragement you give to vice by permitting that niece of Peter Embden's to remain in his house, which is your property."
I refer particularly to the case of Peter Embden's niece, who, I hear, has returned here, and has not only had all her sins forgiven, but forgotten, as it were. And I recognize the girl yonder flaunting her shame in the face of honest women." Father Benart silently pointed out of the coach window to Lisa in the distance, her thin form outlined against the bright sky of a May morning.
"True," replied Father Benart, "and I take it that Madame Riano is to blame for Lisa Embden's lapse from virtue." The bishop glared at his brother Father Benart standing, smiling and blinking in the sun.
About five o'clock, when the short winter afternoon was closing and the sun was red, I received a message from Francezka. She desired to see me in her apartment. I climbed the stairs to her rooms at once. Her door was opened for me by old Elizabeth, Peter Embden's sister, who, I remembered, had been Francezka's waiting maid long ago on that journey from Königsberg.
He called out as he stalked forward in his bed coverlet: "Do you know anything else about it?" "Nothing," replied Jacques, thrusting his hands in his pockets; "but it has ruined Bellegarde's chances of living at Capello, the palace of delights." "And some one else has come back to Capello," I added. "Lisa, Peter Embden's niece."
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